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Every man has by law of nature a right to such a waste portion of the earth as is necessary for his subsistence.

Sir Thomas Moore, Utopia II

Preface

There are two types of hustlers in the game—hustler number one is trying to survive to stay alive. Hustler number two grinds for the greed and thrill of the game.

The hustler that slings his drugs to survive has to feed and support his family. Maybe take care of home and pay his way through school. He doesn’t have anyone else looking out for him.

This hustler never plans on being in the game for long. He makes that dirty paper, clean it up and keep it moving. For he knows the game ain’t forever, so he invests his ends. Then he backs out, holding gwap never to return.

There’s another dude hustling because he has a lust for power. An intense desire and craving burns his soul. Greed is his only motivation—the dollar is almighty to him and for power he hunger, the acquisition of which brings him closer to God.

When the soul is corrupt with lust for anything, there’s a yearning—it changes you. You will kill to get yours. Hustler number two is in the new Benz, the latest Lambo, he’s copping that new CL 600, rolling on dishes in Escalade. His soul burns for the possession of material things and the riches, the bling-bling. These things make him feel accomplished, influential over others.

The hustler with the lust for possession and power will kill, maim, destroying whatever’s necessary to maintain greed. He will use intimidation and fear to have influence over the weak, the timid and the community. His only goal is to get money by any means.

A frail line exists between each level. If hustler number one is not careful and doesn’t set a goal or have some moral respect for self, he will undoubtedly convert into hustler number two.

I was that nigga doing it to survive when I first started. Then I became hooked and suddenly I was in it for the thrill and self-indulgence. In a hustler’s minute, I became trapped by my cravings. Slowly but surely I was killing myself and my community. The day I started in the game was the beginning of the end for me.